Comfort

I was sitting in hell's kitchen Contemplating murder Contemplating murder Contemplating the great escape When you walked in Looking like crap but satisfied I swear that you looked satisfied And I hated you for that Well, someone once said If you never look back Then you'll never regret, nothing Oh, but nothing Has got a way of sneakin' up Well, I know you did not ask But I've got some comfort to offer Nothing very good or bad ever lasts Well, the bum that slipped underneath the fridge Like a phantom card, we call him happiness And all that happiness is a miserable son of a bitch Now the kitchen's getting crowded And the band is really loud And there's a fat man saying he's my friend Well, hey, man, if you're my friend Will you spot me a drink? And the couple in the corner They're the reason why I hate rock and roll 'Cause rock and roll is dead, is dead, is dead Well, I know you did not ask But I've got some comfort to offer Nothing very good or bad ever lasts